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Static on the morning air
A single note that isn't there
Something's wrong with the light today
Washing all the world to gray
The coffee's bitter on my tongue
A favorite, half-remembered song feels unsung
The daily conversations drone and fade
In this hollow masquerade I've made
Just beneath the surface noise
I'm straining for a silent voice
There's a low and steady hum
Just beneath the boring drum
I am leaning in to hear
A feeling that has never been so clear
It's a whisper in the weave
A truth I can't help but believe
A single thread that's come undone
The call of what is to become
I see the faces in the street
Walking on oblivious feet
The pattern's perfect, straight, and tight
But I can see the tear in the fading light
There's a low and steady hum
Just beneath the boring drum
I am leaning in to hear
A feeling that has never been so clear
It's a whisper in the weave
A truth I can't help but believe
A single thread that's come undone
The call of what is to become
Maybe this hum isn't a flaw
It's just a different kind of law
Not a break, but a new design
A hidden path that could be mine
It's a whisper in the weave!
A truth I can't help but believe!
A single thread that's come undone!
The call of what is to become!
A whisper
In the weave
The call
The call to become